Chapter 399: What are you guilty about?

Woodrow’s eyes flashed a bit, and Bradley’s sudden appearance completely disrupted his plan. What’s even worse is that this guy even knew him. It’s obviously not going to work, but this guy must die, no matter what. Valk revenge, or cover up the tail that might be caught by the Grey Temple.
"Brandley, although I don't know how you have friendship with this murderer, but the murderer's evidence is gathered, killing is the person I am going to tour, so I must arrest him now. With these mobs, I brought them back to scrutiny. This is a case of our city's main government. Do I believe that the Grey Temple should not interfere?" Woodrow stood up straight and looked at Bradley's strong position. Said.
Bradley looked at Woodrow and frowned slightly. From his reaction, he could already conclude that there must be a bit of a greasy one. It was only that he used the city government to crush him. He intentionally placed the two on the opposite side, which really made him a little embarrassed.
Both the Grey Temple and the City House have the right to deal with such incidents, especially when it comes to casualties in one side of the party.
"You are lying! Grandpa Barabara, he is a big bad guy!" Amy said with a little angry: "The bad guy just bullied Jessica and his mother, but also killed his father, the father will only shoot, and he is still bullied. A lot of people."
"Shut up, what is your qualification for a little boy?" Woodrow glanced at Amy and shouted.
"Father, he is so fierce." Amy suddenly retracted into the arms of McGonagall, her expression a little scared.
"Hey, don't be afraid, I am here." McGonagall caressed Amy's back and calmed, watching Woodrow sneer: "No true child can tell the truth, it can only make you scrape." Is the fat fat man of a folk fat anointing nonsense? I said, is it because your face is big, you have to let the world let you? You are all fat, but they are scraped from their bodies, you Will the conscience not hurt?"
"You!" Woodrow pointed at McGonagall, and his fat body was trembled with anger. No one ever dared to talk to him like this, dare to insult him.
Bradley looked at McGonagall, his face was difficult to hide the color of surprise, usually the gentle wheat boss, picking up people is really an enhanced version of the small boss.
Hesitated for a moment, and did not rush to speak. Now the cause of the incident is still unclear. Whether the Grey Temple is suitable for intervention requires further judgment.
But no matter how Woodrow said, he would never have been able to get Mai and Amy to be hurt. The anger of the two great wizards could not be tolerated. He whispered a word with a member of the team. The man nodded. Quickly leave.
"A group of mobs who are hungry to the stone because they are deprived of a pension; a group of people who are over 60 years old, women and children under the age of fourteen; a group lost their main bones in the mine disaster but still To be humiliated by the day-to-day humiliation; the woman’s chastity has become something you can use at will, even the five- or six-year-old girl can’t escape the clutches, they are kneeling on the ground, but they are still being used Board humiliation, this is the mob in your mouth.
The smile on Meg's face became more and more cold, his eyes swept over the faces of Woodrow and the guards of the patrol house. He asked:
Don't they be angry? Are they alive? Should it bear all this? Those miners who have left their lives in the mine for the construction of a chaotic city, how can they close their eyes!"
The guards slowly lowered their heads, and the long knife in their hands also unconsciously let go, pointing to the ground, squinting, not looking directly at McGonagall's gaze.
There was a sob in the crowd.
She used to calmly say how she had broken her finger from the hand of the young man who had buried her sister from the river, and the tears fell from his still young face.
An old woman holding the head of a little girl who lacked one hand, slammed her into her arms, suppressed her voice and cried, like an old-fashioned exhaust fan, only to hear heavy breathing.
A woman with two ugly scars on her face stared at McGonagall and burst into tears.
In a quiet place, only a sobbing sound can be heard.
"This..." Brandley looked at the scene and felt that his heart was suddenly stunned. If everything McGonagall said was true, then in this corner that few people care about, these are The city of chaos has sacrificed many families of the miners who died. What kind of torture and suffering have they experienced in these years?
Every month, the city government will give pensions to the families of the miners who are killed, at least to ensure their lives, not to be hungry, to see what they are now, not like the usual way to fill their stomachs, where is the pension? What?
There is no hatred for no reason, and ordinary women and children are even less likely to kill people because of a few words.
The repressed crying, shy and low-headed patrol guards, everything seems to have become clear, Bradley slowly clenched his fists, and an anger burned in his heart.
"Nonsense! Nonsense! Come, grab me! Give me all these people!" Woodrow's face had a panic color, and he waved his hand and screamed.
The guards looked at each other and hesitated.
"I am a patrolman, your sir! You dare not listen to my orders, do you want to rebel?!" Woodrow flipped over the guard next to him and shouted.
The guards looked a little dodged, but when they heard this, the long knife in their hands slowly rose up and hesitated to go to McGonagall and the miners’ families.
The people of the Grey Temple looked at this scene, and they also had their own judgments and guesses. They spontaneously stood on the sides of McGonagall and held the long sword and magic wand at the waist.
"Pushing to make adults, what are you guilty about?" Listening to the crying of the voice, Meg's mood became more and more heavy, watching Woodrow smile with some sarcasm: "In fact, you don't have to use the city government." I am pressing, because the city owner I have seen, this evening the city government will hold a meeting between the dragon and the demon in my restaurant. If you have a lot of dissatisfaction, you can talk to the city owner tonight, I believe him. I will be interested in this."
"However, I still listen to their voices. In the past few years, you have done something that is unreasonable! Your scum, who is your son's nephew, has committed unforgivable sins against them!" McGon looked at the families of the miners, and the voice was gentle and firm: "I know that every comment is a cruel thing for you, but now, I hope you can tell the truth, Bradley. The adults and the Grey Temple will preside over justice for you, and will let all the scum accept the trial they should have."
"Give me the kill!" Woodrow pointed at McGonagall.
"Stop! I am the elder of the Grey Temple, and the seven-level magician Bradley. Now it is this event that has been designated as a four-level event. It was officially taken over by the Grey Temple, and no one else, etc., back!" At the time, Bradley, who had been silent for a long time, took a step forward and held a gray-black token in his hand.